Tensors Poem by Manabendra Lal Bhuyan

Tensors:

Where the coordinates bent, it stood invariant,
where frames rotated, it whispered,
"I remain."
Thinking in contravariance,
Feeling in covariance.

Walks not in straight lines but along geodesics,
where force is illusion and curvature is truth.
Speaking the language of transformation,
The heart beats to the symmetry of the universe.

How something could change in every frame,
yet remain beneath the symbols.

In the mirror of curved space, I saw…
A coordinate system I could not inhabit.
A metric of impossible distances,
And absence, a manifold without a chart.

I built equations to hold,
but you refused to collapse into components.
Every attempt to define raised new indices of ache,
contravariant memories, covariant regrets.

Still, I stayed invariant.
Not by choice, but by principle.
The Tensor Man does not break
when coordinates change.

He adapts, transforms,
preserves the law beneath the form.

A tensor…
It bends with perception,
It curves around longing.
That quiet scalar of truth.
remains constant through every transformation.

So if someday, in another frame,
…The worlds orthonormalise,
I will not need to redefine the equations.
I will simply whisper,
"… in the mixed components of my equation."